It was a time of pride and awkwardness, a period of youth where I was forced to express my sorrow for writing new words.
When we meet and meet each other, we never forget each other; when we are apart and miss each other, we have no love or hatred.
Magnolias are blooming, and the fragrance is flowing all the way;
The golden chrysanthemums are blooming and I dare not forget each other.
The lotus in the Qing Dynasty competes for beauty, the sorrow of June.
Song Yu never liked anyone.